Bag of Bones
Bag of bones and a single sock
Bag of bones and a drill
Whoa
Bag of bones
Don't tell me I'm wrong
For feeling how I feel
I wrote this song while I was high on cigarettes
I bet you didn't realize
I had nothing left to give you
I'd steal the fire
From the fucking fire flies and I'd steal the tires
Just so you won't have to drive
So far away
Drive so far away
So faraway
So faraway
Maybe some day
We'll sit both fireside and
Tell our neighbors
How we have to roll each other On our sides
Because we snore
Because we're bored of dying love
Because we're bored
We're bored of pretty looking rugs
Because we're bored
I think I'm bored of trying love
So fucking bored
I'm so bored of trying love
Of trying love
I'm so bored of trying love
I swore that I would never
Let you in my heart
That I'd
Keep you at arms reach
So I wouldn't have to break
Your heart apart
I'm clearing memories and
Photos of your face
To line the side of trash cans
Make the city dump
The kind of place
Where we can leave
We can leave
We can leave our dying love
I just don't need
I don't need someone else
I'm sick of trying love
I'm sick of trying love
I'm so sick of trying love
I'm so sick of trying love
Of trying love
Of trying love
I'm so sick of trying love
I'm so sick of trying love
I'm so sick of trying love
Bag of Bones
Bag of Bones
Bag of Bones and a single sock
Bag of Bones and a drill
Bag of Bones
Don't tell me I'm wrong
For feeling how I feel
Bag of Bones and a single sock
Bag of Bones and a drill
Bag of bones and a drill
Whoa
Bag of bones
Don't tell me I'm wrong
For feeling how I feel
I wrote this song while I was high on cigarettes
I bet you didn't realize
I had nothing left to give you
I'd steal the fire
From the fucking fire flies and I'd steal the tires
Just so you won't have to drive
So far away
Drive so far away
So faraway
So faraway
Maybe some day
We'll sit both fireside and
Tell our neighbors
How we have to roll each other On our sides
Because we snore
Because we're bored of dying love
Because we're bored
We're bored of pretty looking rugs
Because we're bored
I think I'm bored of trying love
So fucking bored
I'm so bored of trying love
Of trying love
I'm so bored of trying love
I swore that I would never
Let you in my heart
That I'd
Keep you at arms reach
So I wouldn't have to break
Your heart apart
I'm clearing memories and
Photos of your face
To line the side of trash cans
Make the city dump
The kind of place
Where we can leave
We can leave
We can leave our dying love
I just don't need
I don't need someone else
I'm sick of trying love
I'm sick of trying love
I'm so sick of trying love
I'm so sick of trying love
Of trying love
Of trying love
I'm so sick of trying love
I'm so sick of trying love
I'm so sick of trying love
Bag of Bones
Bag of Bones
Bag of Bones and a single sock
Bag of Bones and a drill
Bag of Bones
Don't tell me I'm wrong
For feeling how I feel
Bag of Bones and a single sock
Bag of Bones and a drill
Credits
Writer(s): Brett Potts
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